“Diane, it's 4:22 PM on Thursday, Jan 22nd, and I've just woken up from the strangest dream. I was in a green room, with a green checkerboard pattern on a grass floor. There were red curtains on one side of the room, and blue curtains on the other side. There were all these little green meen, dancing and laughing, taunting and making all sorts of rude noises. Then there was the sound of a whistle, followed by what sounded like a cannon or maybe a ball being kicked very loudly. Suddenly we were running around on the green checkered carpet of grass and chasing a spiked leather ball. 5 times we moved the ball from the red curtain to the blue curtain, then lined up to do it again. Ben Horne did it twice, and was so cocky that one of the little green men tackled him near the wall and broke his neck. I immediately dispatched Albert's team to patch him up, but Albert took one look and just shook his head. When I awoke from my dream, Sheriff Truman and Deputy Hawk were knocking on my door. Deputy Hawk had a ball in his hand, and Sheriff Truman told me Ben Horne fell down some stairs and was in the hospital. Perhaps I should monitor my late night coffee intake more closely.

This is Dale in room 316, Great Northern Hotel, signing off.

Medical Report: Ben Horne was injured trying to dodge away from a little green man who had Diving Tackle. The embarrassing thing is he didn't even need it, Ben tripped all on his own (1, rerolled 2 in a TZ).

Financial Report: There was a beautiful woman from the Roadhouse, carrying a tray of cold beer that she passed out to the team each time we came back to the red curtain. It seemed to invigorate the players and allow them to take the green carpet again several times.

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